voice | un: karma

[torpour]

My name is Nehan-- I'm researching how medicine works here, and how to merge it with the methods I'm used to. If my research goes well, for instance, I will be able to act as a doctor and pharmacist, among other roles found here.

To that end, I'm requesting samples of blood from fellow Sleepers. I understand it can be quite personal, so whoever does not want to do that need not respond. Those who do, so I can perform the phlebotomy myself, and can privately send you my address, and answer questions you may have.

Whoever wants to help but doesn't want a needle in their arm, I still have a job for you, if anyone is interested.

[very straight to the point, almost unwelcomingly so. but at least people know what they're getting into if they decide to deal with him?]

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[torpour]

Aside from being my delivery boy, you mean. [there it is. the sharp tongue. he's gotten comfortable enough to let the snark fly.]

[unmelting]

[Kaeya just laughs.]

Yes yes, my night job, not my new and highly anticipated day job.

[He clucks his tongue.] I think I might prefer 'courier' or perhaps at least 'delivery man' for an official title.

[torpour]

Errand boy, then.

[unmelting]

Now you're just being contrary.

[Which is amusing honestly. Kaeya sighs like this is the greatest hardship he's ever had to face.]

We'll workshop it.

[torpour]

It's too late, I've already written you down as my delivery boy.

[that's a big fat lie, but of course, who cares?]

[unmelting]

Thankfully words can always be overwritten.

[Kaeya quips back.]

Ooh, or perhaps I can earn a promotion. Climb my way up the ranks from boy to man.

[torpour]

Work for a few months and we can revisit that. I'll draft a contract.

[unfortunately, he can write one. but as per his background in the mafia, he knows how to make it ruthless.]

[unmelting]

A contract? My my that is official.

[Don't make him get the god of contracts involved with this. ...not that Kaeya knows that's who Zhongli is, mind you, but still! Still!!!]

[torpour]

You're working for a clinic, and I'm technically about to be a business owner. Contracts could provide job security, for both of us.

But it's also a lot of work, I doubt you'd appreciate the rigidity.

[unmelting]

Contracts are more the specialty of Liyue back home. Mondstadt operates a bit more freely. But those sorts of agreements do have their place.

[A hum.] Rigidity has its place too. I suppose for a physician in particular it would make sense.

[torpour]

["glazed moon"? interesting name for a place... but then again, if it's any parallel to his own homeland, perhaps that wont be such a surprise. he's only rarely ventured into the lands outside of karm, but he still remembers.]

I wasn't serious about the contract. But if you really want to... I can. I just cant guarantee it would be nice, for either of us. Or to the standards of Liyue or Mondstadt. [and he speaks "liyue" in a way that shows he may or may not know how to speak the language as a native, not as a person who learned it later in life.]

[unmelting]

I'm happier as a freelance delivery man myself.

[Kaeya answers with a laugh. But oh that is curious. No missing the fairly expert pronunciation there at all. Very interesting.]

In any case, have you figured out the challenges of taking your blood samples, given that some of us don't bleed so much as, crystalize, or shimmer?

[torpour]

I've learned some blood magic since we first met, if you're a darkblood, and I have no issues working at night if you're a paleblood, for instance. I found myself someone willing to teach me at a pace I'm willing to learn at. [which is to say, fast. there are perks to having an extraordinary memory.]

[unmelting]

How very efficient. As for me personally, I'm a coldblood, so probably not the most challenging to draw.

[Certainly not as challenging as a darkblood anyway, so there's that.]

[torpour]

That will be easy. Hopefully you're not afraid of needles or surgical knives.

[unmelting]

I'm not. That may not speak well for my self preservation, but oh well.

[torpour]

Good, I can just cut you and insert a tube into your veins then. [he's kidding.]

[unmelting]

Your bedside manner is a bit questionable. You know that, don't you?

[torpour]

If I can get someone to tell me that at least once a day, I consider it my greatest accomplishment for that day.

[unmelting]

Is that so? Well then, I'm glad to help you meet your goals. Honored, in fact.

[torpour]

That's appreciated. [a soft, bland tone, before he changes the subject back to business again.]

I'll be sending my address in Willful Machine soon, let me finish typing it. Feel free to come any time.

[unmelting]

I'll keep my eye out for it. I'll be by in short order to bleed for you.

[Cheery cheery.]

[torpour]

You'll get candy once we're done.

[finally, nehan manages to send the address to kaeya's personal inbox. who knew that typing with one hand is more time-consuming than writing?]

[unmelting]

Candy? Well well. Now I'll be an extra brave boy.

[He chuckles to himself but notes the message coming in.] Got it. I'll see you soon.

[torpour]

Very well.

[nehan will certainly interpret that as immediately and decides to simply wait.

his address leads to a row of terraced houses deeper into willful machine, away from the lamp in the canals, but it's easy to tell which one is his-- the erune is curled up in the chair on his front porch, feet propped up on a footstool with his wolf omen's head in his lap. instead of his usual coat, he's draped in a thick cardigan a few sizes too large for his frame.

he looks like a small old man with a deceptively youthful face.]